There is a luminescent apex at the centre of our eyes
The universe collides with endless star stuff, carbon dated diamond moments
The microcosm of every larger thing
Lies like a child, restlessly sent to bed early
We are that shinning singularity, captured only in brief remembrance, tiny hands on the endless clock of Time
We are that bright instance a rough patch on a gravel road, the twinkling moon as seen from the ocean floor
The prairie highway populated with secret stories
The branches of the bush heavy with dust, collecting water and ambition, growing inward
There is a subtle paintbrush that decorates the back of my head, dances in the green leaves, and heralds the unknown particles of a magical somethingness
I are water and earth and light and breath we am the negatives and subtleties and expansions and praises
